That was yesterday.
Today the best laid plans of mice and cyclists and target shooters ganged aft aglie. This morning when we should have been knocking targets down it was raining, a lot. An enormous amount of rain came out the fucking heavens.
Dad for Sunday dinner which I lowered the tone of by not sitting a the table, instead I eat with the plate balanced on my knee watching todays stage of Le Tour. Rushed the old chap home and rushed back in time to watch the boys ascending the final knee-knacking climb. Blimey.
I was so fired up that I donned leg warmers and shorts, went to get my road bike out the garage when i noticed strange maks on the patio. Water, cunting rain again, waited 30 mins but it just became heavier and heavier. Buggery bollocks.
Worked in office, good talk with Jcb on Friday, difficult to keep my eyes off her cleavage, and she knows it. Lots of interesting work but I'm stuck on the crappo project. What a waste of time. I didn't realise (not a z, its not realize, we are not fucking Amereicans) just how many people work on internal systems, fuck me, all that skill and money wasted.
At least I'm not suffering a barbeque in Phillidelphia with Mr Squeaky clean, simple simon and half the fucking management team and the bastard CEO. Looks like I'm going to attend the go-live though. Shit.